I wasn't going to continue this, but then I watched TNA and…argh! What the hell, TNA?! RVD?! Really? Really? Come on! AJ's hot, he's a heel, he's prestigious, and his character is a pompous ass! That DEFINES champion! Curse it all!
So what started out as a try-to-write-down-my-feelings thing, now becomes a venting fic. *le sigh* Oh well, hope you enjoy it anyways.
One month later…
AJ could still smell the stench of Rob on top of him. The sharp odor of sweat, blood, and hair dye. He could still feel the sear of his body pinning him down, the weight of him, keeping him breathless and helpless on the mat. He could still feel the sting of the mat on his lower back, where his body had let him down and he'd fallen. His ribs were still flushed from the impact of that bastard frog-splashing him, knocking the breath out of him.
AJ could clearly recall his weak kick-out, one that hadn't counted because RVD held strong.
Then the confetti! The damn celebration!
AJ all but kicked in his shared hotel room door, face contorted in rage. The disbelief had faded a few hours ago when he had his back to the fan wall, staring up at the new champion with wide eyes. The disbelief had been at a crescendo there, he had waited fervently for someone to come out and call a foul. Or Ric! Surely Ric wouldn't let this happen!?
But no, it had happened. Now Rob wore his belt around his waist with pride.
AJ stormed inside, yanking his t-shirt over his head. He ripped the material, letting the shreds fall to the floor. He kicked off his shoes, and when one stubbornly refused to come off - he wrenched it off with his hands and tossed it across the room. It smacked into the closet mirror, knocking it askew. He got a glimpse of himself in the mirror, hair sticking up in every direction and remnants of body oil clinging to his heaving chest. Bare foot, belt buckle catching the light, pants frayed, looking every inch the hick he was always accused of being.
AJ released a cry of rage, whirling around and making a bee-line for the extra large bed they'd specified. He dove down onto it, curling his arms among the soft white sheets. He buried his face into the pillow, clawing at the edges with his hands. He continued to growl into the plush surface, moving restlessly upon the coverlet.
Alex followed his older lover inside the room, quietly shutting it behind him. Concern was etched into his doe eyes, sighing at the state the once champion had worked himself into. He walked over to the bed, picking up the discarded shirt on the floor along his way. He let it drop into the trash, briefly mourning the dark brown material that had complimented his lover so well.
"Allie…" Alex began, unsure what to say.
"That title was mine!" AJ hissed, angry tears filling his eyes "He stole it from me! That kiss-ass face! That old dawg…someone shoulda shot him a long time ago!"
"You had it for a long time" Alex pointed out, sitting down on the bed beside the man "You couldn't expect to be champion forever."
"But I was a champion, I deserve it after the shit I've been through" AJ sniffled angrily, glaring down at the bedspread "I've worked my ass off for that gold, and they hand it off to the WWE reject."
"Baby, please don't do this to yourself…" the brunette pleaded, reaching out and running his palm down the expanse of his lover's damp back. He massaged the muscles with the tips of his fingers, tracing the graceful curve of his champion's back. Well, his once champion. Laying there shirtless and fuming, AJ had never looked so beautiful. An angry AJ was always handsome in his eyes…
Alex was shocked when the older man sniffed hard, turning his head so his profile was visible. His cheeks were stained an angry scarlet, lower lip swollen from being chewed on, a few tears leaking down his face.
"Didja see how they cheered him?" AJ whispered, sorrow laced in his tone "Didja see how the locker room came out and rooted for him? How Jarrett…" the man closed his eyes briefly, as if it hurt too much to finish "…shook his hand? Patted him on the back? He was…proud of him. No one ever did any 'a that when I won."
Okay, a hurt AJ just pissed him off. Alex knew how much his lover respected Jeff, how he looked up to him. He'd been quoted on saying things like 'Can you imagine starting from the ground up? He's a hero' or something akin to 'Do I look okay? I don't wanna look shabby in front 'a him.' He had been watching the screen, he'd seen the heartbroken look on his lover's face as they all celebrated the low of his career. He'd limped out of there, defeated and humiliated.
"You don't deserve this, Allie" Alex cooed, leaning down and brushing a kiss along the back of his lover's neck. AJ just growled in return, swatting the other away. The Michigan native was hurt by this, it showed in his eyes as his touch was smacked off.
"Don' touch me" AJ drawled, not wanting to be comforted.
Neither heard the door open, nor did they notice the intense blue eyes that watched them.
"Come on, it's not the end of the world" Alex tried again, putting his hands on the other's shoulders "Don't blame yourself. It's be boring if you were champion all the time. You'll get it back, Allie, I promise. You're too good not to."
"Would you shut up!?" AJ barked, acting on pure instinct. He sat up, swinging his fist before he could think of just what he was doing. He realized the repercussions a second too late, the sickening thud of his knuckles meeting Alex's face echoing in the quiet room. The brunette's head whipped backward painfully, vision going double for just a minute.
Before AJ could stop them, he had a firm hand around his lover's throat, the other digging into his shoulder.
"You have no idea what this is like" AJ glared at his lover, lips curled in a snarl "Don't pretend like you know what I'm goin' through, and don' gimme yer pity! I don't need it…not from you."
Chris slammed the door shut, the firm latch of the lock bringing the Georgia native out of his trance. His fingers went limp from their vice, brilliant blue eyes looking toward the older of the Guns. Alex yanked himself out of the lax grip of the Phenomenal One, his hand going to massage his sore neck. His breath came in sharp puffs, he had feared for himself there in that moment.
"Well that's e-fucking-nough, don't you think?" Chris seethed, shedding his coat and stalking to the bed "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Whas' wrong? I'll tell ya what's wrong!" AJ got up on his knees, making his way to the end of the bed "They fucked me out of my title, Chris! They just gave it away to-!"
"Not that, you selfish brat' Chris took his younger lover around the waist, bringing him into his side. He cradled the brunette's jaw, probing at it delicately to make sure there was no serious damage.
" 'M fine" Alex murmured, eyelashes fluttering at the slight pain there.
AJ watched the intimate scene with hurt eyes, lower lip trembling briefly as his heart cracked. The love between them was obvious, like a bright light emanating from their bodies wherever they were near one another. And here he was, trying to squirm his way into their lives. They had been getting along this past month, sure, but that was just a few dozen days. It had been a bit of bliss, finally having the two men he loved so close to him in the way he'd been craving.
To see them so intimate reminded him that in the end, they would leave him. They were young, hot, rising stars, and had the admiration of nearly the whole locker room. He'd been proud to be seen with them, but were they as proud to be seen with him? Probably not. He was a monster, nothing could control him.
"I don't need this bullshit" AJ spat, scrambling off the bed. His mouth was twisted down in a frown, eyes smoldering like smoky sapphires. No sooner had he stood up did a palm smack into his chest, stilling him.
"You're not going anywhere, Allie" Chris narrowed his eyes at his older lover "Get on the bed."
"Bite me" AJ spat, pushing past the copper colored haired man. Chris's strong hand clamped down onto his shoulder, fingertips biting into the flesh.
"I said: Get. Down." Chris used his strength to overpower the slighter brunette, shoving him hard. AJ went down with a yelp, flailing his arms rather dramatically before his shoulders bounced off the surface. Sprawled on his back, he blinked at the other in awe.
Chris was quick on his older lover, straddling his hips and pinning his shoulders down. AJ, being an alpha male, started to struggle to get free. Chris held fast, face completely stoic as he kept the other down with pure strength alone. There was something most didn't know about Chris Sabin…
Chris wretched AJ's arm behind him, up his back, twisting it mercilessly. AJ cried out for mercy, forced onto his stomach and restrained from escape.
Chris was an alpha male too.
"You do not put your hands on us" Chris growled into the older man's ear, making the other freeze "I don't care how pissed off you are…you hit Alex again, and I'm going to break your face."
AJ tried to push up, whimpering when his shoulder protested.
"Shh, Allie, baby…" Chris crooned into his ear, brushing his lips across the older man's dark tresses and the shell of his ear "You're where you belong."
"Where?!" AJ cried out desperately, wanting to know where he was supposed to be now "I've got no belt! No title! I'm nothin' again! Where the hell do I belong?"
Chris kept calm, hot breath bathing the brunette's ear, "…beneath me."
"With us" Alex's voice was just as silky, he sat on the bed and ran his fingers over both his lovers.
AJ began to tremble, slowly baring his jugular to the copper haired man. He gave up control, mewing softly when he felt teeth along the sensitive flesh of his neck.
"Are you going to quit this nonsense?" Chris's hiss turned into a sweet purr "Are you going to be sweet for us?"
" 'M sorry" AJ drawled, sincerity in his words. He turned his head, looking imploringly to the younger brunette. "Lex, I'm so sorry. I didn't wanna…I just lost my temper, I…"
"I know" Alex soothed, ready to forgive the Georgia native "You're still our champion, Allie. Nothing is going to change that."
Chris sat up, letting the man's arm go in favor of running a possessive hand down the curve of his bare back, "Besides you continuing to be an asshole, that is."
"I know I let it go to my head" he half buried his face in the pillow, tears still in his eyes "I've been so fucked up, so stressed…and Ric, he wants me to have this asshole persona…and I kinda just…took it too seriously. If you guys don't wanna keep this going, I understand."
The dejected tone broke their hearts, and Chris couldn't help but reach under the brunette's hips and start undoing his pants.
AJ flushed at the touch, hardening obediently, "Chrissy…"
Chris wet his lips, looking to his lover slyly, "Lexi…do you want top or bottom?"
Alex pouted, "Can't we both top?"
The seductive purr caused their sap to rise, AJ squirming beneath the other man.
"Now Lex…that's an idea."
